"They’ve been the most loyal part of what I do. They’ve been my most loyal friends, to be honest. I’ve had a lot of my gay boys around, but my gay girls are my rootstalk. They’re my honesty in an ocean of bullshit. I should be gay by the way that I look and the way that I am. I just happen to not be. But it just makes perfect and complete sense."

The (formerly) working-class girl from Doylestown, Pennsylvania, goes on to discuss the state of the economy in this turbulent election year:

"I just know that half of my family is pissed off, and we’re all working-class people. My mom is a nurse, and my dad was an insurance salesman, and my brother works for pennies for the military, and some of my family is unemployed. People are like, ‘You live in a fucking bubble, you live in Hollywood.’ And I’m like, ‘Yeah, I’ve got money now.'"

I still remember when, back in my teen-mag days, Pink first arrived on the scene. Her record label scolded us: "You're not embracing Pink." So we tried harder, but she was never a hot teen star, she was just a hot star-star, a radio favorite, an artist. All better things to be. Never dreamed a girl whose entire gimmick seemed to be pink hair would last so long and have so much in her.